July 17th, 2014

Last week, I went on an adventure to a cheesemaker’s milk house, and it was interesting and wonderful. Huge thanks to my friend and the owner Stefanie for letting me come and visit the Valley Milkhouse at the Covered Bridge Farm. 

July 10th, 2014

In real life lately: Enabling friends to buy plants, afternoon light in the publishing house, haul from Eckerton Hill, coffee table goodies, and a head of romaine frizzed with homemade vinaigrette dressing. 

July 10th, 2014

I’m a Eucalyptus mom. Find me posting all my plant babes over on instagram: @tkowkat.

July 5th, 2014

Being a one woman construction crew, with the exception of occasional help from my mum & pops, and Mike for lending me the tools I needed.

I’ve ripped out a drop ceiling, a particle board ceiling, pulled hundreds of nails, de-mounted a 20 foot long piping system that weighs about 300lbs, scrubbed, scraped and brushed a brick wall over and over and over again, scrubbed & hosed down a cement floor, wrestled painted shut windows, chased wires, and cut my hands & arms up more than I’d like to admit. Always keeping in mind, under that rubbish rug is a hardwood floor waiting for a bit of TLC. Not just yet, though that’ll be the last thing. Pushing myself a little harder each time I go down there, because this is my future. 

Here’s to being an extreme DIYer. Now, I just wish I had a beer. 

July 4th, 2014

You can tell me over and over that you love me. 
"I love you."
You can tell me in smiles, in the way your arm wraps around my waist.
"You look so beautiful."
How it fits me perfectly to your side.
You can tell me each time we’d wake up in the morning
"You know, I love you today."
You can tell me you love me when you look at me from behind the bar.
"Can I get you another drink" and I would shake my head no. 
You can slide your hand from my knee up and grin at me. 
"You are pretty." Your tone surprised.
I know your heart and your eyes are telling me how much you love me.

I know you still love me, but you never wanted to grow.
"You’re young, you’ll figure it out."
I know you still love me, but you didn’t remember my goals.
"She.. well, she.. Sweetheart, what do you do?"
I know you still love me, because at 3:30am you texted me.
"You are so lucky to be as beautiful as you are.
I know you still love me, because your father looks at me and nods.
"Whatever happens, know you’re a good one."
I know you still you love the way I was there, to hug and hold, to fall asleep on.
"You’re my human pillow." with a bark of a laugh

I know you loved my lips, and my hips. 
But there’s more to it than that.
I wanted it all.
I wanted the ugly, the rough, I wanted it all.
I didn’t give my all, the ugly and rough, because I knew the love you had for me was in smiles, and kisses.
In how soft and loving my touch was.
How my laugh echoed around your apartment.
How I worked hard to make sure you knew I could provide if you provided back.
You didn’t provide any nurture to my soul, my bear, my beast of a man.

It broke, and wore away, but only for me.
Because, I know you still love me. 
Whatever that means for you. 

June 26th, 2014

Over on the ‘gram the vibes are very summer. Wood surfaces, greens are greener, the days are longer and hotter. 

Details: Brussell Sprouts sautéed in bacon grease, plant dudes, berry hunters with the pup out at my parents, rooting some plants, locally grown veggies made into a mid-day salad, popcorn with a bit of salt to combat snack cravings, frozen blueberries + cucumbers + ice + water, postcard from my sister taaylow from Denali. 

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June 17th, 2014

After spending the winter in a relationship, this summer came quick and it came with a lot of eye openers.

I’ve been single the majority of my life. I’ve actually spent more time with tumblr than I have dating or being in a relationship. 

I broke up with my ex because I felt extremely detached from myself, among other things. So, I’ve become my own partner. It’s only me. I’m the one who I wake up to, who I go to sleep with.

I’m the one who motivates myself to do an extra power set when working out, or push myself a little harder to deeming a posture in my yoga practice. 

I’ve spent a lot of time alone since moving out of my parent’s house. And, well, that’s great and fine. It’s loving and fulfilling, it’s giving me the time to make my body, mind, and thoughts fully mine. It means I don’t have to worry about what someone else needs or wants from me as a partner. 

But there is something about hot summer nights, about wanting to read aloud to someone. About heading onto my roof, being able to reach out and rest my hand upon someone i trust. It’s about waking up at 4am and having someone who matters next to you. 

There’s something about the way the sun sets, and the laziness of this town. It makes my skin prickle. It makes my shoulders ache down to my fingertips to hold someone. Day trips with a lover. With a best friend. With a confidante. With someone who doesn’t mind that I’ve let paint flake off my skin after I spend hours painting my kitchen cabinets. Someone who doesn’t mind my wild hair. Someone who’ll play with me, the little games. Someone to dance with. 

Someone to kiss, lazy. Someone to kiss fast. Nibbles and tastes. 

I was driving today, passing a converted barn, I spotted a couple. A tan man without a shirt on grabbing the hips of a woman who was standing next to a sedan. He pulled her closer, away from the car with it’s driver door open. He kissed her goodbye, with abandon. His summer skin glowing and her mouth spread in a smile. It was a split second in time. A moment.

It was summer love. It was need and want, and to have and to grab. 

It’s about sweat, and rolling around in messy bedsheets. It’s about wading into pools, and creeks. Rolling up your sleeves to work on a project. About car rides with messy hair. It’s about hands on your waist and thighs. It’s about sneaking a butt squeeze.

It’s about spilling all the love you have for yourself into someone else, and taking the love they spill back. Smiling, testing with greedy hands, with some playful glances.

God damn. It’s summertime. 

June 14th, 2014

Lunch and I are dating so I pulled out the stops. I even made the bun! Now eating it while watching Bob’s Burger’s. 

June 10th, 2014

I farm sat for my parents this past Sunday, Mom’s garden is at it’s finest, everything blooming and loving the summer. I was welcomed home to this bouquet. It was wonderful. 

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June 4th, 2014

Last night was a smashing hit! I want to thank everyone who came out and shared their thoughts and passions. Each one of you who laughed with me, shared cheers and praise. Advice and companionship, jokes and smiles.

I am propelled and swelling with love for the generosity of my friends & followers. This is what life is about!

To these people:

May 29th, 2014

It’s time.

I’m washing the paint off my hands, and thinking about how it feels like a lot of my memories are slowly, warmly, slipping out of my grasp. A small hiccup as it reaches the drain, then swirls as it descends. 

I can’t remember certain things. I can’t remember the phone number of the first house that I was raised in. I can’t remember my second kiss. I can’t remember the first boy who told me he loved me.

I can’t remember names. I can’t remember the name of the boy I adored in the 1st grade, back when I was built and looked like a boy myself. I can’t remember the name of the guy who beat me in pool three weeks ago then asked if he could kiss me on the cheek. I remember I told him no. 

I can’t remember the last time I let rain fall freely onto my face. I can’t remember the last time I stubbed my toe. I can’t remember the last time I let my soul sweep along with the plot of a movie. Mostly, because a lot of my life feels like a movie.

I can remember my first concert. I can remember the name of the boy who was my first kiss, where it was, and who all else was in the apartment. I can remember my ex boyfriend telling me that he loved me over the phone in jumbled exclamations of confusion. 

I can remember hugging my sister goodbye before she went to go board her plane to Alaska at 4am in Philadelphia. I can remember my mother making me a Robin Hood costume when I was 6 years old. I remember painting my bedroom the same style as a torn out page from a Martha Stewart magazine, the year I was going to be a teenager. I remember I hated it by my sophomore year.

I remember a friend telling me that a former friend had passionately declared that she “hated me”. I remember a boy with rough hands, sharp eyes and a soft mouth who spent a summer telling me how pretty I was to him. I remember when I threw my first party and someone threw up on a rug I had bought especially for the party. I remember I was outside when it happened telling my brother that I knew best, and inwardly berating him for his smoking habit. 

I remember an Alabama boy with a wide grin and kind eyes telling me secrets over the phone when I was 20. I remember greeting the sunrise with teary eyes, bad breath and a will to do something good with my day.

I remember last week. I remember what music was playing from the jukebox, and my friend Nate was whistling along to the tune. I remember the light coming into the room, and the score on the pool table. I remember he was my partner that day. Trusting me. Laughing and smiling with us all. I remember seeing him a couple days later, and he hugged me and called me sweetheart. I remember laughing and telling him he had to be my pool partner again. 

Nate was in a car accident last night, and now he’s gone. I remember this morning getting a call at 7:30am letting me know, seeing all the dedications to this man, today. I remember spending today drinking a lot of water. I remember sanding and painting my kitchen cabinets. I remember I nearly lost the entire gallon of paint when I knocked it over. 

I can’t remember if I said goodbye to Nate last week or if I just waved and smiled. 

I can remember, and I can’t. I’m just selfish and I don’t want to lose anything, or let anything slip away. 

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May 24th, 2014

Miss this ‘hood. North 3rd street in Old City.

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May 24th, 2014

Beer and popcorn, a Friday post work treat.

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May 24th, 2014

My messy kitchen yesterday afternoon.

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May 21st, 2014
  • The pups. Izzy the hound mix, and Cooper the Jack. After hair cuts and before bath time. 
  • Popcorn & card games.
  • Welcoming committee at the farm, a stray named Tommy who has now become the top tomcat on campus. 
  • My favorite shelf of knickknacks and plants.
  • Magic hour with this handsome thoroughbred rescue, who up until a few years ago hated human contact. He had been locked up in a stall for months on end because no one could handle him. My mother proved otherwise. Now he’s well loved (spoiled) living in the lap of luxury.  

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